life, love, booze
i know a girl who tells me 'you make me drunk with sweet words'. all i ever am to her is honest, though.
sometimes i wonder if i inspire the girl to be closed. i try to let her open up and she seems to get nervous and clam up. im not sure what to say or do to get some things out of her. it seems like a lot of our alone time she spends talking about random things. not that its bad, you know, just that she kind of bugs me by bringing up things she wants to talk about and suddenly becoming too nervous to say them or something.
i told her before i wont just give up on her. its not like there are some days where i dont want to, but i have stuck with this so far. i will try to stick with this until resolution in some way.
i think a negative resolution would sadden us both superlatively, but the choice is not mine, really.
today she says: 'you know, people tell me things, but i like to arrive at an answer myself'. after this she procedes NOT to tell me what exactly she meant by this (i.e. what she had figured out), even though she was on the verge of saying it just a minute before. she may have somehow mentioned it in passing at the end of the night but without specifying, because we were both so tired.
oh well.... sweet dreams girl. ill see you tomorrow.
sometimes i wonder if i inspire the girl to be closed. i try to let her open up and she seems to get nervous and clam up. im not sure what to say or do to get some things out of her. it seems like a lot of our alone time she spends talking about random things. not that its bad, you know, just that she kind of bugs me by bringing up things she wants to talk about and suddenly becoming too nervous to say them or something.
i told her before i wont just give up on her. its not like there are some days where i dont want to, but i have stuck with this so far. i will try to stick with this until resolution in some way.
i think a negative resolution would sadden us both superlatively, but the choice is not mine, really.
today she says: 'you know, people tell me things, but i like to arrive at an answer myself'. after this she procedes NOT to tell me what exactly she meant by this (i.e. what she had figured out), even though she was on the verge of saying it just a minute before. she may have somehow mentioned it in passing at the end of the night but without specifying, because we were both so tired.
oh well.... sweet dreams girl. ill see you tomorrow.